Taking the dog for a walk and when I get back, I SHALL DO REPLIES. Please like this if I owe you one. <3
*reaches over for the phone, still looking over calculations, and brings it to her ear* Woody’s Carpentry. How may I help you?
I lived in Coney Island for 20 years, Gill.
THE ANSWER IS YES.
Kana let out a deep chuckle as he noticed the look on the woman’s face, and the matching look on the face of her steed. “Alright Gwen, I’ll make sure to remember.” He slumped his shoulders, feeling more relaxed around his new companion. “You seem like a duo I wouldn’t wanna mess with anyways.” The rancher added teasingly.
“So massagin’. I guess that makes sense. I should try that out, try to loosen up the muscle then.” He paused, letting his hand rest on Bullseye’s snout before turning to Gwen with a beam. “Thanks dudette, I really appreciate the help.” Kana took a few steps away from the horse, giving it a final grin before turning back to his own, rather jealous, horse. Giving her a pat on the flank, he flashed Gwen a thumbs up happily upon hearing her reply. “Awright, that’s awesome! I’m sure these two will get along fine, can’t wait! Lead the way Gwen!”
Gwen huffed and placed a hand on her hip, the other one patting Bullseyes cheek. “Good to know you won’t forget it. Although, it’s not me and him you should worry about. When it’s me and Napoleon, everyone should look out~.”
She shrugged slightly. “It’s worth a try. If not, it’ll help with other muscles as well.” She smiled at bit at the two, looking mostly at Hayate. “I’m sure we will~. If not, well, let’s just say I’m as stubborn as a horse~!” Patting Bullseye neck, she turned back around and started down the path. “Is there anything special you were going to practice?”
((omfg your tags made me laugh so hard))
*stares at it* I’m….invited…?
……………….
But what will I wear…?
By the way, I found a gif for Carl and Louis:
Ann decided to waltz over to Gwen, meanwhile one of the horses pondered about how tasty Gwen’s ponytail looked. “What brings you to our ranch today?”
She grimaced slightly, placing a had on her hip. “I’m just…looking around. That’s all. Is that wrong?”
There’s probably a term in Magical Melody involving failed dishes. If you failed a dish, you “pulled a Katie”….
